A Little Brother's Journey... the Hero Within

I Was Around Ten Years Old Sleeping In The Back Seat Of My Moms Car Parked During Evenings At The Detroit River. I Looked Out The Window At The Stars As I Feared Morning Until By Exhaustion I Would Fall Asleep. I Often Woke Up Having Wet My Pants From My Very Real And Imagined Fears. By Day My Mom Would Look For Work And Wash Clothes While I Hung Out With The Old Black Guys That Would Spend Their Day Fishing In The Detroit River. I Thought I Was The Only One Who Grew Up In Fear In A World Of Abuse Until At Thirteen I Finally Met My Half-Brother At A Professional Boxing Match. He Was In Sitting Next To Our Dad. Donny Looked At Me From Inside The Ring Trying To Figure Out Who I Was As The Fight Announcer Was Making His Formal Introductions. All We Had Shared At This Point Was The Same Biological Father. Little Did We Know...